At the End of Time

The world is silent now.

He, like all giants, was here at the beginning. He, unlike the other giants, is here at the end. He heard the song of the world. The whispers of the trees, the tales of the rivers, the lives, loves, and losses, of all things bright and beautiful, all things great and small. He heard them at the crescendo, and still listened when the world fell silent at the coda. He listened to all of them.

They're all silent now. Even the stars no longer give voice to the night.

Giant Country, Dream Country…these lands are safe. Safe from the star that once gave the world light. Light which gave life, life which made light of its own. Life that is no longer present, as the sun fills the horizon of a barren world. Safe in their own pockets, safe from the scorching heat, safe in their silence. Yet even dreams are quiet now. For there are no dreamers left to receive them.

Yet he listens. Listens for the sound of a voice. Listens for the sound of laughter. Listens for anything that might break his solitude. Listens, even while he dare not exit the cloud. Listens even for the other giants. They at the beginning. They, who were there at the end. Listens for something, anything.

There is only silence. A silent earth, and a raging sun. It has nothing to say to him. It's 'grown up.' It will die, and he will be there to see it, when the fires of this world are replaced by the long dark. He will be there, and then…then, even he cannot say.

So he sits in his house when he's not in his garden. Sits tending the last garden in the world, knowing that no more seeds will come. Eats his vegetables, drinks frobscottle, and yearns for oblivion.

He rarely visits Dream Country now. But every so often, he still takes dreams. Every so often, he takes them for himself. For his memory is not perfect – he has lived almost as long as this world, but his memory cannot account for everything. So he dreams. Dreams his heart's desire. Dreams, so that it may be granted. Dreams, so he can remember.

His dreams grant him his wish. Sometimes. Occasionally. Less so now. Few dreams, one dreamer. He has dreamt the dreams of time so often. Seen her less and less. Stopped hearing her so long ago, in a time that might as well be a dream itself. Dreams when he can. Sleeps when he can. Sometimes dreaming, hoping, that he never wakes up. Dreams, and tries to remember where he put that book. Tries to remember, for the written word is the only sure memory he has left. Dreams of so many things.

But in the end, you always have to wake up.

He is a giant. The last of the giants. He was here at the world's beginning.

So too, is he here at the end.

A/N

I can't recall if this is true for the novel, but in the 2016 film, the BFG mentions that the giants were there at the beginning (of the Earth), without any parents or whatnot. So, I was left to ask, what happens at the end of the Earth? The film leaves it open to the possibility that Giant Country is in a sort of pocket dimension after all.